I am your natural enemy

Wen Yan still felt a little incredible when he looked at the scene in front of him.

It's not that this kind of thing can't happen in China, but the evil spirits in China really don't have the guts to be so rampant, and they haven't died after being rampant for so many years.

He looked around and saw that this place was not a deserted place with few people.

This is even a relatively famous local tourist island. Standing on the hillside, you can see the seaside and resorts in the distance.

Not far from this island is the largest island in the area, with tens of millions of people living in this area.

Putting it in Shenzhou, it is equivalent to a popular tourist attraction on the 4th and 5th rings of Beijing. Some people often bury corpses, just next to the road at the entrance of the attraction. It is so open and honest, and then the Lieyang Department does not find it for 20 to 30 years, or does not find it at all. Never mind.

Wen Yan looked shocked. Now he no longer thought this was arrogance, but thought it was a sign of the breakdown of order.

Or, to sum it up directly with a violent theory: Ever since the spiritual energy recovered, or the spiritual energy recovery accelerated, Nanyang has not really established the relevant order at all.

Wen Yan saw the Dahlia before, and through the Dahlia, he saw the Black Sea on the other side and saw the giant beasts there.

Coupled with the fact that in the modern sea, marine beasts attacking ships have become more and more frequent in recent years, and there are also some video sightings.

He had previously guessed that this was the recovery progress of spiritual energy in the ocean, which was faster than on land.

Now it may have to be changed. There are many more uncertain passages or unstable temporary passages in the ocean than on land.

In this general environment, most of the member states of the Nanyang Alliance are surrounded by the ocean, coupled with the current situation in the Nanyang Ocean.

Wen Yan only felt that it was a bad dish.

With the current progress of spiritual energy recovery getting faster and faster, the probability of something big happening here is continuing to soar.

Wen Yan had previously heard that China had begun its layout ten years ago, with land transportation lines extending from the northwest to the northeast. The land transportation lines have now begun to take shape.

At that time, Wen Yan just thought that the foreseeable risks on the sea might be getting bigger and bigger.

After coming to Nanyang in person, Wen Yan understood that not only were there risks at sea, but the Nanyang Alliance itself might also contain huge risks.

The risks related to people are much more complicated than the risks caused by those strange beasts in the sea.

Wen Yan began to feel that the head of the headquarters had other intentions in asking him and Yan Zhikong, two juniors, to come.

He has some idea of ​​his own strength. There are indeed many people who are stronger than him. There are giants in China who can push him to the ground and rub him with one hand. He dare not give any hints.

But that may not be the case in Nanyang.

And that Yan Zhikong, as a descendant of Laojun Mountain, is definitely not weak in strength, and his actions are much more ruthless than him, and a dragon was cremated on the spot.

No matter how noisy these two juniors are, they are still juniors.

If there is any problem, the response from the Lieyang Department must be: after we bring it back, we must criticize and educate it.

It would be different if a big shot like Wudang Master came.

Wen Yan and his juniors can make trouble about things that these big guys cannot. The nature is different, and the way and difficulty of mediating afterwards are also different.

Wen Yan stared at the tree roots for a long time, and a lot of random thoughts emerged in his mind.

He looked at the posture of the skeletons and the two corpses that had not yet completely decomposed, and thought about the past process.

"I always feel like they are buried here before they die."

The corpse beside him nodded.

"Yes, they have survived underground for a long time, at least four or five days, before the blood of the living people can flow, allowing the roots to penetrate in all directions.

This is a method of living sacrifice, squeezing people to the maximum extent and generating resentment to the maximum extent.

Even the soul of a dead person cannot escape, and will be bound in place by tremendous pain and resentment.

Over time, the soul will become distorted and broken, turning into nourishment.

The things grown on these trees should be materials for performing evil spells.

To be honest, when I was alive, the most rampant demons I had ever heard of were not so unscrupulous.

The big demons in China back then would think that doing this was too low-level, and they were not even qualified to have their names recorded.

At most, it is recorded in the county annals that an evil spirit did something in a certain year and month, and someone came to kill it, and then record the name of the person who killed the evil spirit. "

Wen Yan raised his head and looked at the forest with large red leaves, which looked quite beautiful.

On the roadside in the distance, there are tourists taking photos and checking in.

At this time, someone had discovered that a tree had fallen down here, and some people, who should be people from the local department like the Lieyang Department, had already begun to clear the area.

Wen Yan squatted on the ground, looking at a thin skeleton that was at most 1.3 meters tall, and then at another skeleton next to him, which seemed to be protecting the former in his arms.

He raised his head and looked at the sky. It was okay. Although it was bright, the sun had not risen yet, and the clouds were very thick today.

As soon as he stamped his foot, the shadow of the altar rose under his feet. When the golden light appeared, Wen Yan stepped on the golden light and stretched out a hand to grab the young skeleton.

The big skeleton holding the small skeleton, an arm bone, seemed to be pulled by the roots, fell down, and let go of the small skeleton.

The golden light extended along Wen Yan's arm to the small skeleton. As Wen Yan pulled, the golden light shone, and the soul of a child with defects all over his body and dull eyes, who looked to be at most ten years old, was pulled by Wen Yan. Come up.

The soul body was densely covered with holes, large and small. Even one of the arms of the soul body could no longer transform into its pre-birth appearance, leaving only skeletons.

Wen Yan pulled the child out, stretched out a hand, touched the child's head, and blessed him with a little yang energy.

"I don't know your name, but I guess you haven't made any particularly serious mistakes.

Nowhere in the world would a child and an adult be buried alive just because someone made a mistake.

After dying in pain for several days, the soul cannot be liberated after death and must be turned into nutrients. "

The child's soul stared at him blankly, his intelligence almost destroyed, and the resentment in his body was not filled with hatred, but with incomprehension.

Wen Yan felt that he was a little too flattering to those sorcerers by beating them to death.

So, he had other ideas.

He looked at this bloody forest that actually looked beautiful.

"I don't know what your name is, and I'm not sure if you can understand it.

But I think some of you should understand.

Even if you don't understand, you can still feel what I want to express, right?

So, let me tell you a name. From now on, you will all be called Avengers.

If you want, you can respond later.

I can pull you out of here, but I have to agree on three chapters first.

First, only do what you should do and control your resentment.

Second, after everything is over, I will help you to transcend.

If you think you can, then respond to my call. "

Wen Yan touched the child's head with one hand and whispered softly to convey his meaning.

Then, he stamped his feet, and a golden avenue extended from his feet.

"the Avengers."

He shouted, and the next moment, he saw white flags emerging from the ground on both sides of the Golden Avenue and standing beside the road.

The avenue traversed the entire mangrove. The avenue paused slightly, as if it didn't know how to respond.

The next moment, on the Golden Avenue, branches appeared one after another, just like a golden tree, constantly dividing branches on the earth.

In the dazzling golden light, the souls of the dead with varying degrees of damage walked out of the ground along the path of golden light.

Under each densely packed tree with red leaves, there were at least five or six people walking out, and as many as a dozen.

As for the bloody woods here, a rough calculation shows that there are always two to three hundred.

The dense crowd of dead souls responded to Wen Yan's call, and they accepted the same name Wen Yan gave them.

A large number of dead souls gathered together. At this moment, there were gusts of wind and gloomy air here. The dead souls were bound underground, and their resentment that had been unable to be vented began to increase exponentially.

Wen Yan watched all this quietly without saying a word.

If a dead soul is summoned, it will be swallowed up by resentment, leaving only the idea of ​​destruction. It cannot reach a consensus with the whole place, and the power of other dead souls cannot control it.

Wen Yan would give up his original plan and save them on the spot.

When he saw it, he felt that if he ignored it, things would not be done or done well.

He still wanted to try it.

Wen Yan waited for a long time and visually inspected that there were thousands of dead souls coming out. Their resentment was very strong and there was a brief commotion. But soon, all the dead souls stood there and watched quietly. Wait quietly.

Wen Yan smiled, touched the head of the deceased child next to him, stretched out his hand to hold him, and walked forward.

"Let's go."

As he started to take steps, all the resentful and broken souls turned around and moved towards the goal together.

Uncle Ming followed Wen Yan and looked at Wen Yan's back with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

He also didn't expect that Wen Yan could not only do it, but actually dare to do it.

He summoned nearly two thousand resentful dead souls in one go.

Are you really not afraid that these dead souls will go berserk after they come out?

But at this moment, looking at the group of dead souls with broken souls and filled with resentment, walking forward together, there is order in the chaotic power.

To be honest, he had never seen it before.

And, this was still during the day.

Dark clouds were gathering in the sky, the wind began to blow, and it was about to start raining.

The sky was darker than before, as dark as if it was about to fall into the night.

Wen Yan left with a large group of dead souls, wrapped in the dark wind and resentment. The people receiving him at the rear caught up and looked at the fallen tree and the bones wrapped in the roots. Their faces changed, turning green and white. .

"Captain, would you like..." someone asked next to him.

"What do you want? If you have the ability, go ahead. I'm incompetent and I can't control it anymore." The team leader's receptionist stood on the spot and started to mess around.

Even in the distance, someone took a mobile phone and started taking pictures of the fallen tree pit, and the leader didn't bother to pay attention.

A group of people looked at me and I looked at you. Just seeing a tree pit, they guessed what was under other tree pits.

Moreover, there is no need to guess that such a large number of dead souls gathered together, all of them were full of resentment, and this happened to be the place where they died.

Under such circumstances, even ordinary people can see the souls of the dead with their naked eyes as long as their spiritual sense is slightly higher than the normal level.

At least a quarter to a third of the people here have seen it.

Obviously, the people who led the team to receive Wen Yan knew that this was not something they could interfere with.

Moreover, just thinking about the thousands of people buried here, he didn't want to interfere.

Suddenly, thunder exploded, and there were bursts of thunder in the sky, but there was not a drop of rain, only the thicker and thicker black clouds, as if they were weighing people down and unable to breathe.

Huge resentment kept rising, and the yin energy became heavier and heavier, like a moving black cloud.

Wen Yan led a child and nearly two thousand dead souls, striding forward and walking over.

On the other side, on the other side of the island, the warlock who got the news was ready to run away.

But when he came out and took a look, he saw that the boat left on the other side of the island had disappeared, leaving only a length of cable in place.

And on the sea in the distance, you can vaguely see a shabby, strange ship covered with barnacles, floating on the water like a sunken ship.

As if aware of the prying eyes, a shirtless water ghost appeared on the bow of the sunken ship. He immediately raised a thick cable, showed a bright smile, and gave a thumbs up with his other hand.

Seeing that there was no way to escape, the magician immediately took out his phone and made a call.

“Are you allowing outsiders to show off their power here?

In order not to have a direct conflict with them, do you want to give up on me? ! "

On the other end of the phone, the old man looked at the photo of the tree pit that someone had posted online, and said expressionlessly.

"You are too careless in doing things by yourself. No one can help you with this matter now.

If you can reach the pier to your west, someone will pick you up there. "

After saying this, the old man hung up the phone, removed the battery from the phone, and then threw the phone into the stove.

There was no way to intervene, and it was impossible to help. The body was dug up and posted online. There is no point in deleting it now.

Some things have to be done, but they cannot be known to others, let alone be put on the surface, especially on the surface where ordinary people know.

The phone was hung up, and the furious warlock stood upstairs, looking into the distance. He saw that the Yin Qi and resentment there were almost converging into mist, and they were getting closer. He couldn't care about anything else.

He first sent the last message to the warlock he knew well, and then immediately came to the second floor, the largest hall.

After pressing the button, the carpet on the ground was rolled up by the machine, revealing the densely packed ground with all kinds of weird runes and patterns.

He took off the cloth on the table, revealing an altar underneath that looked like it was made of various animal bones. In the center, there was a human-like skull with two horns.

He swallowed the poisonous insect and recited the incantation in a crazy tone.

At the same time, on the sunken ship that was about to leave the South China Sea, Valak, who was bragging happily with the water ghost, turned back and glanced toward the northeast.

"It seems like someone summoned me?"

"It seems our Xingjun is over there? Is our Xingjun looking for you?"

"No." Valak suddenly realized, yes, since Wen Yan wasn't looking for him, he must be Wen Yan's enemy.

"Aren't you going to respond? Didn't you say that according to the rules, you have to respond?" The water ghost on the side handed Varak a tomato and asked curiously.

"According to the rules, this is indeed the case, but I am now in a summoned state, and I am being expelled. I have the right to refuse when Jesus comes!"

Valak replied, holding a small tomato and continuing to smash it against the cable.

The water ghost gave a thumbs up, and they continued to listen to Valak's bragging.

Now it has been told that twenty years ago, Valak was summoned by a little boy to fight with a priest.

…

On the small island, the magician wanted to find outside help, so he directly looked for Valak, the least particular of the seventy-two demon gods and the easiest to summon.

Unfortunately, Valak didn't respond at all.

The magician was so angry that he rang the bell and summoned several of his apprentices and assistants.

"We are facing a formidable enemy. If we cannot pass this level, we will have no chance of survival."

He knew best that the so-called people who would pick him up when he arrived at the pier were all nonsense. His escape route had been cut off. If he ran in a panic now, he would definitely die, so he might as well fight to the death.

He took a knife and asked several apprentices to take off their shirts.

Each of the apprentices has some weird patterns tattooed on their backs, and these apprentices themselves don't quite know what they are.

At this moment, they took off their shirts and, as before, knelt on the ground with their eyes closed and recited incantations. The magician walked behind them with a knife and slit the throats of all the apprentices.

Then he used a knife to cut off the skin on their backs.

The warlock took off his clothes and embedded the skins on his body like clothes.

There was exactly a part of each piece of skin that was connected to the tattoo on his body. He took out something like a stapler and stapled the cut-out skin to his body.

In an instant, the tattoos that could not be seen at first converged into a ferocious image, like a monster or an evil spirit.

A vicious aura began to emerge on his body. When he picked up a mask with a red face and fangs and put it on his face, the vicious aura suddenly increased by several levels.

In the mangrove forest not far from here, the dark wind blew, and the bloody things on the mangrove forest floated in the wind, like pollen flying away from the sky.

The trees that were originally glowing with blood began to turn maple red.

Those things that were blown away gathered together and turned into a bloody river, falling from the sky and washing towards the team of dead souls led by Wen Yan.

All the dead souls had no reaction to those things, but those things that looked like bloody pollen turned slightly and all rushed towards Wen Yan.

Uncle Ming dodged and appeared in front of Wen Yan in an instant. He did not exhale this time, but held his hands together, and with a casual grab, his strength condensed into the shape of a spear.

Uncle Ming raised his spear and shouted in a deep voice.

"Wind! Strong wind!"

With a loud shout, momentum was built up, and the momentum gathered into the wind. The dark wind rose from the ground, like the roar of thousands of dead souls, roaring up.

That thing, like flying bloody pollen, was blown by the sinister wind and corpse air, and then fell downwards in large swiss.

Some of them turned into black and gray ashes before they even hit the ground.

Uncle Ming raised his spear and fired it fiercely. The spear shot out like a dragon, carrying the black wind and corpse energy, and turned into a black tornado that rushed up diagonally.

All the blood was involved in it, and it was carried away into the sky.

Amidst the whistling sound, all the blood color disappeared, and only the black ash all over the sky slowly fell.

After completing this blow, Uncle Ming continued to follow Wen Yan, half a step behind Wen Yan.

"Thank you very much, Uncle Ming." Wen Yan thanked him.

"No need to be polite, these things may not be useful to you."

Wen Yan had the nails left by Da Zhi on his body, which were generally considered poisonous. As long as they were not particularly strong or the poison mechanism was very special, they would not have much effect on Wen Yan.

But again, Uncle Ming knew clearly that he was a guard this time. He could not solve the target being guarded by himself, so the guard did not need to worry about it.

But if it's not necessary, it's the guards who take action.

The team continued to move forward, and the resentment of the dead souls boiled when they saw these bloody things.

Before the team arrived, the cold mist formed by the gathering of grievances had already surrounded the small building at their destination.

Under the influence of these forces, the defense here was activated, the halo flickered continuously, and the lit runes were forcibly drained of power and extinguished one by one.

Using modern technology to pull ultra-high-voltage cables as an energy source for guarding forces is top-notch technology, and it is impossible to have it here.

The very traditional defense methods used here were obviously unable to stop nearly two thousand resentful dead souls.

And as the defense force here was forcibly exhausted and annihilated in the frontal conflict.

Under the building, screaming and wailing souls emerged from the ground.

They died more miserably, their lifespan was drained, their flesh and blood were used as materials, and even the last remaining things were used as something to scare others.

These dead souls seamlessly joined the team of dead souls. In an instant, even the sky could no longer be seen here. In the dark wind, they were all full of resentful dead souls.

Countless dead souls are sweeping away everything here.

Several apprentices of the magician had just died tragically, and their souls were born and condensed by the unique environment at this moment.

Their souls were torn apart one by one by the dead souls, constantly splitting until they were torn into the smallest pieces and completely dissipated.

They are all the executors of past tragedies and past scams.

In the end, they never thought that they would die in the hands of their master. From the beginning, they were tools that could be abandoned at any time.

Wen Yan walked step by step and saw the chaos here. Looking at the souls whose throats were obviously cut and their skins were peeled off, he understood in his heart why the magician here dared to harm Lie. Family members of Yangbu members.

This guy is really cruel and will do anything.

In the building, violent fluctuations have been heard. Counting the hundreds of new souls who have joined, there are more than 2,000 souls, and they are beating up the magician together.

There was a loud bang, and a window flew out with a huge force. A man with a mask on his face, tattoos on his body, and a menacing aura jumped down from the building.

He has evil aura, yin aura, ghost aura, and a bit of monster aura, which is very messy.

This was the first time Wen Yan saw something with such mixed power and aura.

The man let out a painful cry, the skin on his body was being embedded into his body, and the mask was shrinking, as if it was completely integrating with him.

The opponent's momentum also continued to increase during this process.

Black hair began to grow on his hands, his fingers became thicker, and his nails began to turn into sharp claws similar to those of predators.

While roaring in pain, he waved his arms to push back and disperse the souls that kept coming towards him.

Those souls of the dead, after being scattered, will soon regroup in the mist, and the cycle begins again.

Wen Yan stood there and watched quietly.

At least for now, he doesn't want to disturb the revenge of those Avengers now. He will wait until these dead souls can't be dealt with before he takes action.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the evil sorcerer no longer looked like he was wearing human skin. He had completely blended in, and the mask on his face had also completely blended in.

His mouth seemed to have become longer, like a wolf or a wild boar. The fangs in his mouth extended out, his eyes became dark and red, and the whole person became less humanoid.

Wen Yan frowned slightly, feeling a little bit demonic.

There used to be people who practiced monsters and followed other monsters. Both of them were uneducated and knowledgeable. One dared to learn and the other dared to teach.

Finally, following the guidance of the demon, I cultivated until my body began to undergo some changes, taking on some demon characteristics.

If he didn't die suddenly, or his temperament changed drastically, it was just bad luck. It just had some monster characteristics, indicating that there was something wrong with his practice. This was actually a minor problem.

The guy in front of me has such a chaotic power. I really don’t know how he did it.

The opponent's power in front of him is getting stronger and stronger. These dead souls gather together and can no longer kill him.

The charge of the dead soul will be scattered, and the erosion of resentment will be blocked by his weird skin. In fact, the skin is still absorbing the surrounding resentment and yin energy.

After the warlock slowly adapted to the change, he raised his head and looked at Wen Yan, kicked the ground fiercely, broke through the obstacles of the dead souls, and rushed towards Wen Yan.

Wen Yan let go of the dead child next to him and stretched out his hand to stop the corpse.

"Uncle Ming, let me do it, this guy's power is very weird, don't pollute you.

I have been practicing martial arts for some time, and Senior Brother Qin has taught me a lot.

Just in time to give it a try. "

Wen Yan stepped forward with a bow, his body like a javelin, raised his head, and blessed himself with a violent sun.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he looked like a young general, sitting on the back of a tall horse, holding a big red tassel gun, pointing at the enemy's head.

With a loud shout, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

In the blink of an eye, he used his body as a spear, the power of Yang Qi, Qi and blood, the new way, and the flames in his heart, all gathered together, and vaguely transformed into a strong and sharp spear that struck out.

In just a moment, he crossed a distance of more than ten meters, and hit the heart and elbow with a powerful force. With a crushing posture, he broke through the opponent's momentum and the chaotic but violent power around him.

The tip of his elbow was like the tip of a gun, hitting the opponent's chest directly.

A large red-gold gun burning with flames suddenly appeared.

Wen Yan stood still, with one foot already three inches into the ground. However, the magician never expected that Wen Yan's flesh and blood body would be so fast that he could cover a distance of more than ten meters in one step. He had no time to react.

The force was so strong that it exploded directly on his body. Before his body could even fly backwards, the skin on his back suddenly exploded, and the outline of his spine could be seen.

The big spear that Wen Yan learned from Qin Kun was different from Qin Kun's absolute fierceness.

His power penetrated through his bones, and the proportion of yang energy far exceeded that of Qin Kun. Those powers were blasted into the body of the magician with one blow. Together with the evil, yin, ghost, etc., the blazing yang that was naturally difficult to deal with, Explodes instantly.

The sorcerer's body seemed to have gained weight from a single blow.

The next moment, the residual power of the power was exerted, and the body of the magician turned into an afterimage, and flew out with a sound.

It was as if he had been hit by a loaded dump truck at full speed and crashed directly into the building.

There was a loud bang, the wall collapsed, and the steel bars could be seen exposed on the load-bearing columns behind the magician.

The tattooed skin that had just been integrated into his skin, and the mask that had been integrated into his face, were all forced up and shattered into pieces.

The warlock was covered in blood and leaning against the pillar.

He forced himself to stretch out an arm and speak in local dialect.

"Wait, I have something to say..."

Unfortunately, the impatient dead souls around him swarmed forward, stretched his body apart, peeled off all the broken tattoos, tore off his mask, and tore out his soul.

Wen Yan stood watching from a distance, probably guessing what the other party was going to say.

It's nothing more than selling points to teammates.

This guy is said to be the strongest sorcerer in the area of ​​100,000 square kilometers nearby. He is evil, vengeful and greedy. He is also a standard sorcerer who can exchange one life for another.

Some desperate people came to him. It is said that only two guys who were accepted as his disciples survived, and none of the others were still alive.

Some people not only died themselves, but also their relatives and friends.

This is still "Party A". Those who are retaliated by Party A will be even worse if they have no special abilities or a high enough status.

Of course, the local dialect does not call it Warlock. Warlock is the name translated from China.

The magician in front of me was even invited to put on a show last year because of some conflicts between the local area and China.

It's just a show, he doesn't dare to play it real.

Wen Yan watched coldly as the sorcerer's body was in a state of disrepair and his soul was torn out, being torn and bitten by a group of dead souls.

Before he finally broke, he pointed at Wen Yan and roared without knowing what he was talking about. His chest was broken open, and a bit of blood flew straight to Wen Yan's body.

That bit of blood was blocked by the nail of the middle finger of Wen Yan's left hand, and then Wen Yan stretched out his right hand and blocked it with the Jie E Shui Guan on the back of his right hand.

After several consecutive blows, the speed of the blood light became slower and slower.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand and grabbed it. The bloody light seemed like a living thing, struggling constantly and trying to invade his body and swallow his blood.

As soon as Wen Yan had an idea, he stretched out his left middle finger and pressed it. The blood light blended into the tip of his left middle finger, but then it was suppressed by the nail of the middle finger and could not go anywhere.

In mid-air, the magician roared something in the local dialect. You didn't need to understand it to know that it was definitely not a good word like "good luck and good fortune".

Seeing that the other party was completely torn into pieces and dissipated, and the pieces were crushed by the huge resentment here, Wen Yan looked at it again and prepared to leave.

But there were more than two thousand dead souls here, but they still surrounded him. A more or less conscious soul came to the front and spoke in Chinese dialect.

After listening to it, Wen Yan understood that many of them came from other places and were sold here as goods to the magicians here.

When they were alive, they were goods traded between some warlocks or head-dropping masters.

Wen Yan took out his cell phone, looked at the target list, and randomly asked the one closest to here. Immediately, twenty or thirty conscious souls said that they were all sold by this magician.

"In that case, let's continue."

Wen Yan took the soul of the child he pulled out first, and when he was about to turn around and leave, some souls flew over, carrying various things.

From the skulls of strange creatures to various documents, Wen Yan took a look.

Oh well, there are also account books and diaries. Sure enough, he is not a serious person.

He asked the dead souls to be taken with him first, and then turned around and walked towards the dock. Behind him, more than two thousand dead souls, swarming with darkness and resentment, left with Wen Yan.

By the time Wen Yan returned to the bloody forest, it had been cordoned off, and all the security forces on the island had been pulled over. The purpose was just to prevent people from approaching and digging up other trees. Tree.

The man who received Wen Yan's face turned green when he saw Wen Yan holding a little dead soul with a large group of people behind him.

He didn't even dare to get close, he was afraid that the resentful souls would tear him alive.

They just watched from a distance as Wen Yan returned to the pier, boarded the boat with a large group of dead souls and left. Only then did the receptionist let out a sigh of relief, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

He truthfully reported what he saw, and then it had nothing to do with him, just do whatever you want.

Shortly after Wen Yan boarded the ship and left, he received a call from Feng Yao.

Wen Yan relaxed a lot when he saw that it was Feng Yao, not the head of the headquarters or someone from the headquarters.

"What's wrong?"

"We can be a little more arrogant so that they can understand the meaning, but are you a little too arrogant?"

"Don't talk nonsense, what does it have to do with me? I just happened to be there!"

Wen Yan sent him a few photos.

"Did you see it? What a tragic tragedy, it is the souls of the dead who died tragically here to seek revenge.

It's just that their goal happens to be my goal.

Before I could reason with the warlock, he was torn to pieces by the dead.

As you all know, I am just a warrior, I can’t even open an altar.

I summoned more than 2,000 resentful souls at once and made them listen to me.

How can I do this?

Who slandered me like this? Want to put a blame on my head? "

"..." Feng Yao was silent for a moment and asked, "Has the headquarter commander already called you?"

"No, what's wrong?"

“When the headquarters was talking to the Nanyang people just now, they scolded the people who came to contact them for having no common sense.

Are you deliberately using this kind of thing to throw dirt on our China?

Too shabby.

Everyone knows that you are a pure warrior.

Moreover, you are certified by the Heavenly Master as someone who has no talent for cultivation but only talent for martial arts. "

"Have you directly denied that this matter has anything to do with me?" Wen Yanxin said, this action was very fast.

"No, I just told the truth in a matter-of-fact way." Feng Yao told the truth honestly. The Lieyang Department didn't deny it directly, but was just angry that the other party was uneducated and had no common sense.

But obviously, this matter cannot have anything to do with a warrior.

Anyone with some common sense knows this.

"..."

Wen Yan looked at the pile of dead souls on the boat and thought for a while.

"Is the person at the pawn shop still unresponsive?"

"No, I'm pretending to be dead.

Today there was an investor from Nanyang who said he was planning to invest in Nanwu County.

And it is the northern part of the development deviation of Nanwu County.

We checked and found out that this guy might be here to deliver money.

Moreover, I also found someone trying to speak for Lao Meng.

The speaker is from the Northeast and knows Lao Meng, so there should be no problem.

We concluded that someone behind him was pushing him to come out to speak, and that he was being used as a gun. "

"anything else?"

"The rest is to catch some little demons and Ah Piao who want to be worth 500,000 yuan, but unfortunately their level is too low."

"Okay, your intelligence has paid attention to the remaining warlocks and head-destroying masters on the list? Don't let them escape."

"They were definitely not afraid before. They probably didn't expect that Sanshanwuyue sent two juniors to kill them to pieces. Now it is indeed possible that they are going to run away."

"How many of them did Yan Zhikong take away?"

"Two already, I'll catch up with the third one soon."

Wen Yan was silent for a moment, why is this guy so fast! ?

"Do you have a channel over there? Spread some irresponsible gossip to Nanyang."

"you say."

“Give them the list and say these dead souls are out for revenge.

Tell them the truth about what these dead souls went through during their lifetimes.

I can talk it through, so these resentful dead souls don’t involve ordinary people.

Nor did he involve those who were rich and powerful.

Wherever the warlocks on the list go, these dead souls will follow them.

When it's meeting time in a few days, I'm going to have a meeting, and I don't have the energy to follow these dead souls anymore.

The rest is up to them.

Oh, one more thing, I heard some conscious souls say.

This island may not be the only place where many victims are buried. "

Feng Yao felt a little numb after hearing this.

The more than two thousand resentful souls have already scared some people in Nanyang to the point of peeing.

If we come to a few more islands, what if there are thousands of tragic dead souls with overwhelming resentment gathered together.

Coupled with the tragic death process, there are great similarities.

This is probably going to give birth to some big ghost.

No, not 80%.

Now it is the version that is most beneficial to Ah Piao. As long as it exceeds 10,000, the quantitative change will lead to a qualitative change.

In addition, the tragedy on that island was exposed, and public resentment boiled...

When the time comes to start, there will be no way to finish.

Feng Yao broke out in cold sweat.

“Brother, it’s not like that, it’s really not like that.

If we don’t engage in subversion of political power, we won’t go to such great lengths. "

"Uh, do you think I lied to you? This is what I just heard. I have two hours to go to the next island. I heard that there should be a lot of people buried there. Some relatives of the deceased may be buried here. There, they are definitely going.”

"My brother, wait a minute, I'll do it right away."

Feng Yao hung up the phone and immediately reported the matter to the headquarter manager.

Then in less than half an hour, a piece of unreliable gossip reached the ears of several big figures in the Nanyang Alliance.

Two hours later, several big shots who were originally scattered in various places gathered together and held a small meeting.

They took the information and invited professionals to read it together.

After reading the information, the expressions of professionals looked as if they had eaten raw gall, with each face getting greener than the other.

"Can it be solved?" someone asked.

"It can't be solved, there's nothing we can do." The professional immediately shook his head, then pointed at the photo and said: "It's a miracle that the warrior from China can guide these dead souls not to go crazy and not target other people. It may be that he has the The treasures his master gave him can barely do this, and depending on the situation, he won't be able to guide him for too long. He can only escape in three days at most. "

The small meeting was in progress, and the secretary of one of them hurried in and whispered a few words.

On the Internet, someone is already leading the pace of one of them.

Because the island where the bloody forest is located is within the control of one of them.

After hearing these words, this man's face turned as black as coal, and his political opponents took the lead. What if the dead souls did not find the magician to take revenge, but were guided by someone to go to him directly?

It's impossible to reason with those dead souls.

They have already looked for people, and all the experts they found who were good at dealing with Ah Piao refused to participate in this matter with various excuses.

Some Taoist priests who have learned from them say that the burden is too heavy and they cannot bear it.

There were also some Namo guys who started scolding them directly, and the scolding was really unpleasant.

Anyway, no one came forward, and everyone was afraid to avoid it.

Because just now, the team of dead souls had expanded to nearly four thousand. During the march, the overwhelming resentment could obviously affect some changes in the sky.

Now they are unable to shirk the blame even if they want to. Some news media have gone to Blood Grove Island and reported on the bodies found there.

There were conflicts there, and someone dug up a few more trees, revealing more bodies and skeletons underneath.

It's impossible to cover it up, and no matter who you look at it, it has nothing to do with the people of China. If you want to pass the blame to a warrior, it's really not easy to do so.

Then we can only feel sorry for the masters involved in this matter.

Half an hour later, a plane that was about to fly out of Nanyang was forced to return due to "airframe failure". Thanks to the professionalism and calmness of the pilot, it landed at the airport intact.

Passengers on the plane, including a certain master, were forced off the plane.

On the other side, on a small island, several Taoist priests whose ancestors came from China, with a large number of heavily armed soldiers, surrounded the courtyard of a master here.

There was also a small lake. The old man who had been following the boss stood at the door of a small manor with a bit of regret in his tone.

"I'm sorry, the boss said, I don't want to see that lunatic in two days' time, holding the banner of fighting injustice, occupying absolute righteousness, and landing on the island with tens of thousands of resentful souls. What a blow to everyone." For humans, these are huge troubles that are unacceptable.

Therefore, I can only trouble you to die first. Your grandson will be sent to Europa by the boss. He will live there in the future and have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life. "